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if i knew then |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|

prompt: a collection of flashbacks from before.

contains: angst. like idk how else to say it- ow ow ow angst. all flashbacks. teen pregnancy, unexpected pregnancy. shitty judgy people. insecurities. dream crushing. fighting. language. really just bittersweet angst. chaos. they're so not good and immature in these. also might be a part one to a two part series.

October 17th, 1985

“We’re gonna get caught, Eddie.” Your heart trilled, heavy and hard at a thundering pace, his hand holding yours so sweetly, guiding you through the small patch of forestry that led to the football stadium- you hoped he couldn’t feel how your palms were beginning to sweat.

“Who’s gonna catch us?” Eddie turned, chin hooking over his shoulder to give you a teasing grin. He pushed back a limb, unbothered that the branches were undoubtedly scratching at his leather jacket. “No one’s gonna be out here unless they’re doin’ the same shit we are, sweetheart. Promise ya.”

Your tummy flipped with an adrenaline rush of heat, squeezing his hand tighter, moving closer to him as the dirt path turned to broken concrete, the Hawkin’s High School football stadium vacant of light, but bleachers standing high in the moonlight.

Eddie moved towards the back side of the chain link fence, to the corner, heavy boot sliding under the exposed chain metal, lifting it so it peeled upwards. “After you,” Eddie bowed playfully, nodding towards the small gap.

Your lips twisted, heat pricking at your cheeks. “I should’ve worn pants, I guess.” You muttered, hands smoothing over the skirt you’d chosen instead, despite the chilly temperatures. You knew Eddie liked you in a skirt, eyes always lingering and flickering towards your exposed legs. Even before you were ‘official’, you’d always catch him looking during fourth period.

“‘S alright,” Eddie shrugged, lips puckering and pulling into a smirk he tried to hide. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Eddie,” You hissed, a trilling squeal of excitement in your tone, looking over your shoulder as you shimmied through the small space, careful not to pick your sweater.

Eddie grinned, though you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted, catching a peek as you crawled in. He followed you closely, expertly sliding in before the chain fencing snapped back into place. You wondered how many times he’d snuck in here before. Maybe he was the one who made the hole in the fence to begin with. If he’d brought any other girls with him before.

Eddie’s hand found your back, sliding over to your hip, pulling you close into him. “See? No one’s here.” Eddie nodded, motioning towards the empty rows of bleachers, the vacant football field. “You can relax now, baby, told you no one would be here.”

“Yeah?” You hummed, leaning into his chest, warm cotton brushing your skin. “Guess I should trust you. Seems like you’ve done this a few times before.”

Eddie’s chest rumbled with a laugh, squeezing the fat of your hip. “Only a few.”

“Yeah? With who?” You scoffed lightly, brows pinched when you looked up at him.

Eddie’s brows raised in amusement, lips rolling and biting back a grin. “Really hot chick, ya know? Her name was Gareth.” Eddie snorted in laughter. “I’ve only been here one time, last year with Gareth. We spray painted Kimmy Frank’s number on the field, wrote ‘call for a good time’ under it after she stood Jeff up at homecoming.”

“That was you?” You gawked.

“Yeah,” Eddie smirked proudly. “She deserved it. Asked him out and got him all excited, then laughed at him when he showed up. Said it was a dare and called him names. Really fucked him up, ya know? So we thought we’d embarrass her.”

“It definitely worked.” You muttered, passing the twenty yard line that stood out from the others with a fresh coat of paint, from Eddie and Gareth’s handiwork. “Didn’t the Franks have to change numbers because so many people were calling?”

“Yeah,” Eddie snorted with a laugh. “I might’ve put it in the stall at The Hideout, too.”

Your heart skipped, stomach dropping with the same prickling rush of fear and excitement it always did when you were with Eddie. The head reeling, mind numbing kind of rush that had you brainlessly going into any situation with him.

“Here,” Eddie pulled you from your own thoughts, stopping at the center of the field. “This feels like a good spot.”

“Eddie-” You looked around, towards the fence then the other side. You were so exposed, right in the middle of the field, for anyone to see.

“-Baby, I told you, no one’s gonna come. Believe me.” Eddie hummed, shimmying off his jacket. “It’s not like this is Fort Knox or somethin’. It’s a public high school. No one’s giving a shit who’s here.”

You bit at your lip, rolling it around as you tugged at your fingers, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. It had been growing and growing since you first decided to sneak out, after your parents had gone to bed, slipping through the window and running down the quiet street towards Eddie’s can parked on the corner.

“C’mon,” Eddie muttered, cold hands catching your jaw, the metal of his rings meeting your own wind bitten cheeks, pulling you into him. “I’m not gonna let you get in trouble.”

“I feel like you are the trouble.” You muttered, your body betraying your brain, letting yourself slip into his hold, hands pulling at his shirt.

Eddie grinned, lips barely brushing before they captured yours, pulling you into him. Hands pulling at your clothes, your hips, sinking onto the cold grass. Eddie laid you back on his leather jacket, a gentleman, you mused. Shoving his pants and boxers around his thighs, he flipped your skirt up, lips still pulling at yours as he rutted into you. Your head spun, dizzy with excitement and pleasure, fists balling at the fabric of his shirt, hoping the sun would stay gone forever so the night would never end.

July 28th, 1986

“Holy shit,” Eddie muttered, cradling the can of Similac. “Is there not a knock off version of this?”

“No,” You hissed, rocking Jude close to your chest.

You could feel the judging eyes of the couple beside you. Their baby in a stroller, cart full of diapers and groceries, the woman’s left hand adorning a rather large diamond, the man clean cut in a suit and tie. The polar opposite of you and Eddie, two scraggly looking teens with a two month old baby, and an empty cart.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just get some of Marsha’s milk?” Eddie asked, turning to look at you. “She said she’s overproducing anyways, and she’d give you some bottles since you’re not-”

“-Eddie,” Your body burned with embarrassed heat, tensing as the others in the aisle turned, lips pursed in disapproval. “Just get the formula.”

“Baby, this is two-fifty a can. Marsha said she’d give it for free. I don’t see why you wouldn’t just take that.” Eddie said, trying to rationalize with you.

The older woman beside you scoffed, her nose sticking in the air in disapproval as she turned to the young girl beside her. “And that’s why you don’t have a baby before you're married. You don’t want to end up like these two.” Her eyes narrowed towards you and Eddie. “It’s unfair to the baby.”

Your heart stopped, fell into your stomach, your breath leaving with it. You thought you’d be used to this- the dirty, judgy looks when you went to prom nearly nine months pregnant, or when you barely made it to graduation after you had Jude three days prior. Still, it felt like a suckerpunch to your sternum every time. You’d blame the consuming shame as the reason you barely left the house now.

“Lady, mind your own fuckin’ business, alright?” Eddie snapped, a growl in his voice that left her jumping, hurriedly pushing the cart down the aisle.

You didn’t dare look to the couple beside you, but you could feel their judgment burning through you. Jude had begun to fuss the moment you entered the store, picking up on your apprehension that left him unsettled, until he finally began to cry.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered, looking down at the baby, his face beginning to scrunch with the warning of a wail. “Here, take him to the car and I’ll check out.”

“No, I can check out.” You shook your head, overwhelmed with the interaction from before and now this. “We still need diapers.”

“I can get diapers-”

“-No.” You snapped, teeth baring in irritation. “You always get the wrong size. I can get them.” Your voice was harsh, stilling Eddie and you both with shock in the aisle.

Jude’s whimpering cries were beginning to grow louder over the beating of your heart thundering in your ears. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking down at Jude, then back at Eddie. “I just… I need a second.”

Eddie nodded slowly, pulling out his wallet and passing it to you. “I got him.” Eddie muttered, slowly taking Jude from your arms. “I’ll be in the van. Take your time, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your head before he left you.

You felt nearly robotic, pushing down the aisles towards the diapers. The dirty looks were gone, they left with Eddie and Jude, but a suffocating feeling of guilt took its place. The woman’s words ringing in your ears, unfair to the baby. Maybe it was, your mind screamed, as you stood in line at the check out. Maybe it was unfair that you couldn’t afford the luxury swaddlers, or that you couldn’t even produce enough milk to feed Jude. Maybe your parents were right, you had made a mistake.

“Do you have any coupons?” The teenage cashier dead panned, a bored look in her eyes as she pulled you from your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah- yes, I do.” You muttered, flipping through Eddie’s wallet for the coupons you’d clipped out of the newspaper this week, handing them over with a shame you were unsure of.

The cashier punched in the number, the register dinging as the total rolled over at the top. “Twelve- seventy-two.” She muttered.

You pulled the ten dollar bill out, heart sinking as you flipped through the contents, the folds and flaps of Eddie’s leather wallet. Where was the five you put in here last night? You know you gave it to him-

“Ma’am,” The cashier huffed. “It’s twelve-seventy-two.”

“I-I know.” Your chest tightened, lungs constricting. “I-I know I had more. I-I’m sorry, I just- I know I put it in here-”

“-Ma’am, if you don’t have enough-”

“-No, I have enough.” You snapped, startling the cashier. “I just- I know I put it in here, just- Are you sure you added the coupons?”

“Yes,” The cashier snapped. You could feel your heart thundering in your chest, ears ringing, hands trembling. “Lady, I’ve got a line. If you don’t have the money, I’m going to have to ask you to leave and you can come back when you have enough.”

“I can’t-” You pressed your eyes shut, your voice shaking. “H-How much without the formula?”

“Just the diapers?” The cashier huffed. “Eight dollars and seven cents.”

“Fine. I-I’ll just get those.” You muttered, eyes cutting to the line behind you.

“Just the diapers?” The cashier asked, brow lifting with annoyance.

“Yes.” You muttered, hands shaking when you reached for the ten dollar bill, eyes pricking with tears.

“That will be eight dollars and-”

“-Add the formula back on.” A voice behind you said softly.

You jumped, turning towards the woman behind you. “I’ll pay for them.” She said softly, giving you a gentle nod.

“No, no, I-I couldn’t ask you-”

“-You didn’t.” The woman shook her head, sliding the twenty dollar bill over to the cashier. “Everyone needs a little help every now and then, and I’m happy to help.”

Your lip trembled, jaw clenching to keep in your tears. “Thank you.” Your voice was broken, a barely there whisper that burned when it made its way out of your chest.

“Don’t mention it.” The woman waved with a smile. “How old is your baby?”

“T-Two months.” You croaked, sniffling back a wet sob.

“A fun age.” She grinned. “Two months is great, but two years- ooh.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s when they become little gremlins.”

The cashier handed back the change, passing you the bagged formula and diapers. “Please, let me at least give you some money, an-and I can pay you back the rest by the end of the week, I swear.” You rambled, reaching for a pen off the counter, flipping your receipt over. “If you give me your name, an-and phone number, I’ll-”

“-That’s not necessary, dear, I promise.” The woman shook her head at you lightly. “But if you don’t mind me asking, are you working?”

Your chin ducked, spinning the pen around in your hands. “I-I waitress during the week at Benny’s. It’s been hard finding a job, because…” You looked down at the groceries, voice tightening in your throat.

The woman nodded, reaching for the pen in your hands. “Well, if you’re interested in something else, I work at Vance Insurance and we’re looking for a receptionist.” She scribbled an address on the back of your receipt with her name- Sheila. “We just need someone young who knows how to work the phones, and can help us transfer calls, schedule appointments. Is that something you can do?”

“I- Yes, I can do that.” You nodded furiously.

“Wonderful.” Sheila grinned, passing the pen back to the cashier. “Stop in anytime this week and they’ll interview you. It’s a good starting place, good benefits- especially for a baby.”

“Thank you,” Your eyes watered, brimming with tears that fell slowly down your cheeks. “I just- I can’t thank you enough, really, this is too kind-”

“-Everyone needs help sometimes.” Sheila repeated gently. “I was you not too long ago, just needing some help. Like I said, I’m happy to help.”

You nodded, clutching the receipt in your hands as you walked towards the sliding doors of the entrance. You held onto the receipt, buried it deep in your pocket until Monday morning.

February 2nd, 1989

“Motherfucker,” Eddie hissed, ringed hand slapping down on the sticky table top. “A dollar?”

“C’mon, ‘least it’s somethin’, right?” Darrel snickered from beside Eddie, bussing the booth next to him, emptied beer glasses splashing in the bin. “Could be nothin’ like that table before.”

“Bunch of assholes,” Eddie grunted, shoving the dollar in his pocket. “Dude has a BMW and can’t tip more than a dollar?”

“Those are the worst kinds, man.” Darrel shook his head. “Ones with the most are the stingiest.”

“You’re tellin’ me.” Eddie scoffed, shoving the emptied bourbon glass in the bin. “That’s why I quit workin’ at Elroy’s.”

“You quit at Elroy’s?” Darrel gaped. “When? I thought you just started that job, man, what happened?”

“Psh, he’s a dick.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Had me doin’ all the dirty work, making nothing, while he’s making six figures and just sits there bitching at all of us nobodies.” Eddie shook his head. “I got sick of it. I’m not working for some asshole and making no money. Besides, it was cuttin’ into my time playing here.”

Darrel nodded slowly, head shaking with a shrug. “Yeah, that’s… That’s tough, Ed.” He hummed. “What about the Mrs? She pissed at you for quitting another job.”

“No,” Eddie snapped, far too quickly and too defensively for it to be true. Pissed was an understatement. You’d had a fight so big, so loud, the neighbors two trailers down had to come check on you.

“This is the third job this year, Eddie!” You had roared, throwing your arms out. “How the fuck are we going to afford a house when you keep doing this shit?”

“Will you relax? We’ll be fine, we’ve always been fine. I’ll find another-”

“-We’ve always been fine because I have a job.”

“Baby, when I make it big, you won’t have to work. I’ll take care of us- all of us, ok? I’m working on it. I’ve gotten a bunch of gigs in Indianapolis-”

“-That don’t pay.” You sneered. “That you spend more money on gas to get to than you actually make-”

“-You gotta spend a little money to make money, baby. That’s business!” Eddie huffed, throwing his hands up. It was the same fight, it always was.

“Spend what money? My money?” You scoffed. “Taking money away from Jude so you can, what? Play pretend rockstar? Grow up, Eddie!”

That had been three nights ago. You hadn’t talked to Eddie since then. He’d slept on the couch every night since the fight.

“Look, I-I got another job lined up.” Eddie bristled, shaking his head, trying to drown out your cruel words still ringing in his head. “I’m playing for Oktoberfest at this bar in Indianapolis. There’s gonna be a shit ton of people there, and who knows? Could be a producer or someone there to sign us. The guy over there said they’re always coming in from Chicago, seeing what talent is around.”

“Oh, it��s a gig?” Darrel looked at him, not nearly as excited as Eddie thought he would be. “Not a job.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s both-”

“-You’re gettin’ paid?” Darrel lifted a brow.

“Yeah, it’s not- it’s not much. Like fifty bucks, but that’s not with tips, and they cover my tab for the night.” Eddie stuttered defensively. It sounded like a much better deal when the owner pitched it to him.

Darrel nodded slowly, fingers tapping on the bin. “Well, good luck then.” He muttered, wiping down the table. “But, uh, if there’s not a producer or whatever, you know my cousin is still looking for help with his HVAC business. If you’re ever looking for anything.”

Eddie’s chest burned with furious heat, scoffing as he pulled away, moving to the next table. Who the fuck does he think he is? Eddie fumed, jaw set tight, teeth grinding with fury.

The rest of the night wasn’t better, despite the crowd. Eddie pocketed a solid thirty-seven dollars, and some change an asshole at the corner booth left. He cut it down thirty-six dollars before he made it home, stopping by the liquor store for a pack of Camels.

Eddie was surprised the living room light was still on when he came in, quietly shutting the door in case you and Jude were asleep on the couch again.

“Baby,” Eddie whispered, creeping into the room. He found you sitting, awake, on the couch, arms crossed over your chest, eyes red rimmed and glassy.

“Oh, I thought you were asleep.” Eddie muttered, voice still hushed as he shook off his jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch.

Your lips pursed, arms still tight across your chest. “Jude is with Wayne tonight.” You said, though your voice didn’t carry the usual purr it did when you’d told him that before. Tonight, it was filled with icy malice.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie grinned, leaning over the couch towards you, arms wrapping around your frame, face pressing into your neck. “Good. I’ve had the worst fuckin’ day, and I’ve missed you. Missed sleepin’ in the bed with you, baby.” His lips tugged at your ear lobe, teeth grazing your skin.

“Stop, we’re not…” You huffed, pushing him off you gently, standing from the couch. “We need to talk, Eddie.”

Eddie’s heart dropped, sinking deep in the pit of his stomach. “Talk? About what?” His shoulders slumped, gripping the back of the couch with an exhale of exhaustion. “Baby, you know I didn’t mean it when I said that. I was just pissed, and… C’mon, you know I’d never really mean tha-”

“-I’m pregnant.” Your words echoed through the small living room of the trailer, a silence settling around the two of you after that.

Eddie’s mouth opened then closed, words strangled in his throat. “Pregnant?” Suddenly he was eighteen again, heart stilled in his chest, ears ringing with what he was sure was delusion.

“What- I mean, how- No, I-I know how, I just…” Eddie swallowed around the thick lump in his throat, head spinning with the news. “That’s-That’s great.”

Your choked sob startled him, left him flinching as your hand moved to your mouth, muffling your cries. “Hey, hey, what’s- Baby, don’t cry.” Eddie soothed, his voice calmer now than it was four years ago.

Your wet cheeks pressed into his shirt, the overwhelming scent of stale cigarettes making you retch and gag. He should have known you were pregnant a week ago, when he’d slipped in the bed beside you after a night shift at The Hideout and you had gagged, shoved him out of the bed and told him to shower. “I can smell smoke in your hair, Ed. It’s giving me a headache.”

He let you go, back away from him with a cry that turned into a gag that faded into a cough then back to a sob. “What’s wrong?” Eddie hesitated, his hands reaching out to you then back to his sides, unsure of what to do. “Why-Why are you crying? Are you not- I mean, hey, at least we’re married this time and… and adults.”

He thought the little joke he made might calm you down, soothe you a little, not send you into another wave of sobs. Face crumbling, shoulders shaking with tears. “What- Why are you crying?” Eddie’s brows furrowed, reaching out for you. “Are you- Are you not happy?”

“No,” You spat, sniffing back a wet cry. “I mean, yes but…” Your teary eyes met his, lip shaking with a cry you tried to swallow. “I-I don’t think it’s the ri-right time.”

Eddie frowned. “Well, it’s a little late for that, sweetheart.” His hand rubbed over your arm soothingly. “What’s the matter, hm? What’s got you upset? This should be a good thing.”

“Should be,” You spat with a wet sob. “Eddie, we barely make it as it is, and…and we’re never going to be able to afford two kids when you won’t stay at a job.” Your breath hitched, the harsh truth you’d kept in for months finally tumbling out, laying on him thickly in the room.

Eddie’s lips pursed, tightened in a straight line. “I have a job.”

“The Hideout is not a job.” You countered. “Not one that can support two kids, Eddie, be serious.”

“I am being serious.” Eddie crossed his arms defensively. “And it’s not my main job, anyways, you know that.” You fought back an eye roll, the tears flooding your vision instead.

“Baby, I know it doesn’t pay much right now, but all I need is one chance, ok? One time, just someone out there hearing me play, and-and then everything will change. We’ll be set for life. More than set.” Eddie gushed, reaching out to hold you.

His eyes were wide, wild with the same excitement they were years ago, when he’d first told you his dream of being a rockstar. But that was before- before Jude, before you’d gotten married, before reality hit you in the face and knocked you on your feet. Before you’d become bitter with the harsh realization that dreams were for the lucky few, and that you weren’t.

“I can’t…” You pressed a hand to your mouth, taking a deep breath you hoped would calm your nerves, settle your stomach. “Eddie, I- we don’t have time for one day. We have a family right now.” Your tear stained eyes met his.

“I can’t afford to live off a dream that may happen.” Your lips pressed together, swallowing back a cry.

Eddie’s face fell, and you could practically see his heart shattering. “What-What are you saying?”

“That you need to grow up.” Your tone clipped, bitter and cold in the echo of the room. “You have a kid- two, now, an-and it’s not fair to them that they suffer because you want to chase down a dream that might happen.”

Eddie’s heart sunk, burning with a soul crushing ache he hadn’t felt in years. “What? You think I can’t make it? That-That I’m not good enough?”

Your eyes closed, taking in a deep, calming breath to steady yourself. “I never said that.” You looked at him. “Maybe if… if things would have been different, you could go out every night an-and play wherever and do whatever, but they’re not. We have Jude and another on the way, and…”

There was a pause, neither one of you sure how to fill it, what to say. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, willing your tears down. “You have to choose, Eddie.” Your voice shook gently, uncertainty filling each syllable. “If you want to go and make it big, fine, but I am not going to keep bankrolling your trips. Either get a job and grow up and be a father, or go be a rockstar.”

“That’s so fucked.” Eddie scoffed. “You know that? That is so fucked, and-and manipulative and- You know I love you and Jude, and I’d do anything-”

“-Then go get a job.” You snapped. “Go get a job and grow up, Eddie. Grow up and be an adult. Stop quitting every five seconds because something is mildly uncomfortable. Do you think I’m happy all the time at my job? No, but I stay because I have to, for Jude and for you.”

Eddie swallowed back the burn of tears that built in the back of his throat, embarrassment maybe anger spilling hot out of his chest. “It’s time to grow up, Eddie.” Your eyes couldn’t meet his as you walked towards the door. “The choice is yours.”

Eddie’s fists balled when you shut the bedroom door, stalking towards the front door, slamming it so hard behind him the trailer shook. He fished for his keys, yanking the van door open. You heard the gravel flying, the squeal of the tires following when he tore out of the drive. You squeezed your eyes together, letting out a pathetic sob in the still and silent room.

Hours later, long after you’d cried yourself to sleep, you felt the bed dip. You smelled the smoke before you felt him, sliding next to you under the sheets, Eddie’s hands finding your waist.

“I called Darrel.” Eddie said into the quiet darkness of the room, his voice hoarse with emotion. “His cousin said I could start Monday.”

You turned, blinking with burning eyes, still raw from tears. “Really?” You croaked.

Eddie swallowed before he nodded, and you pretended not to notice the way his lip shook. “You’re right. I…I need to grow up and be a man- be a better husband and father to Jude and the baby.” His voice was tight.

Your words rang through Eddie’s head every day he got up, dragging himself out of bed and to work. What started as a motivating mantra, something he’d chant in his mind to get him through the tiresome shifts slowly became tainted, fading into a bitter, mocking reminder. Every time he’d pass by The Hideout, seeing the next gaggle of wannabe rockers on stage. Every time the radio would play a new band, someone his age who had gotten lucky, been at the right place at the right time and got discovered. He’d stew over it, fuming about how that could have been him. Resentment building that he tried to swallow down, the painful reminder of what could have been.

#oneforthemunny #Eddie angst #ex husband!eddie

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eddiesforehead · 2 months ago

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Could we have more of rockstar!eddie and nepo reader before all the girls are born? I love hearing about them pre family

i love them so much. i had to do just a mundane, sweet little moment. this is set during the engagement. it's just them being them, really- sexy, silly, obnoxiously obsessed with each other lol. mentions of smut but really nothing graphic, just fluff and love <3

"Oh-oh-oh," Eddie's chain bracelets jingled when he snatched the remote off the side table, muting the TV, turning to you with a wide grin.

"You did some damage, didn't you, baby?" Eddie snickered, eyeing the countless bags you had in your hands, stacked high up your wrist and forearms.

A huffy eye roll was his only response, but the little twitch of your lips didn't go unnoticed to Eddie. "Are you just going to sit there? You're not even going to pretend to help me?" You snapped, letting the bags slide down your arms, delicately setting them on the floor.

Eddie cooed at you mockingly, but he still stood, walking over to the door where the other bags were, grabbing them all in one swoop.

"Christ, sweetheart, this is a lot." Eddie muttered, looking at the countless bags that scattered around you. You already had a closet- no, two, technically- filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, spilling out and into the guest rooms.

"It's not really," You pivoted, looking around. "It just looks like a lot, but the majority of it is coats, and sweaters, and boots- they're just big items."

Eddie's heart swelled with overwhelming adoration, reaching out, hands cupping your face, pulling you in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.

After the engagement, you and Eddie had decided to go look for lake houses on Lover's Lake. It still shocked Eddie how much you loved the simple life, how much you loved Hawkins. There was no fancy Michelin restaurants or extravagant night clubs; really, he thought you'd want to avoid it entirely.

Yet the second he suggested looking at houses, just mentioned the idea of having a place to stay, you'd went out and bought an entire wardrobe, bursting with excitement.

"'M just teasin' you, baby. You know I don't mind." Eddie muttered, thumbs brushing over the apples of your cheeks. "'M just shocked you were able to find this much here. Thought we'd have to go back to New York again."

"I was too, but I think everyone's going to Alta again- it's the new thing." You rolled your eyes lightly. "But it works for me because I got the cutest things."

"Yeah?" Eddie's hands slid down your waist, grinning at how you squirmed. "Why don't you show me, baby?"

"Oh yeah?" You giggled, brows lifting playfully at him. "You want a fashion show?"

"Absolutely." Eddie purred lightly, stepping over the bags, collapsing onto the couch. "Model 'em for me, baby. Show me what you got."

He'd never admit it, publicly, anyways, but it was weakness- seeing you in all your pretty things. Twisting and turning for him in all your new things- oh, it was his favorite form of foreplay.

Watching you strip down to your pretty matching bra and panty set, slipping on dress, jeans, shirts, shoes, then getting to see you model them. But his favorite, absolute favorite part-

"Ed," You hummed, an arm reached around your back, holding the dress together. "Can you zip me up? I can't reach it."

You'd always give him a little playful pout- he wasn't sure why. Like he had ever deprived you, deprived himself, of his favorite part. When he'd get to zip you up, zipper sliding purposefully slow up your frame, his fingertips ghosting over your skin just to feel your shiver. Always giving you a soft pat on your ass, a kiss on your shoulder before his chin pressed to the crook of your neck, looking at you through the mirror.

"I thought this was so cute for the fall. Maybe Thanksgiving? Or if we go out with your friends again." You tilted your head, hands smoothing over the fabric.

Eddie fought back a snort. He wouldn't dare tell you that a Prada dress might be a little too dressed up for his friends from home.

"Looks beautiful, baby. You look beautiful." Eddie grinned, nose brushing over your cheek, lips pressing to the soft skin there.

Your lips twisted in a blushing grin you tried to hide, chin ducking and smoothing out the dress. "Unzip me." You pushed him off lightly with a giggle, his hands a little too grabby on your hips.

"You better calm down, Munson." You looked at him through the mirror, tugging the straps off your shoulders. Eddie's gaze dropped from your eyes to your chest in the mirror, making you giggle.

"I still have a lot of clothes to try on." You lifted a brow at him.

"Can't wait to see 'em all." Eddie's tongue ran over his bottom lip, stepping back to look at your ass in your lacy, high cut panties.

"You buy any more sets like this?" His finger hooked under the tiny band, pulling it and releasing so it snapped against your skin gently.

The squeal you gave had him grinning, hands already reaching to grab you, but you pivoted, reaching for another bag. "Maybe," You hummed, lashes batting over your shoulder at him. "Guess you'll have to be patient and see."

Eddie's lips pressed together in a grin, eyes wild and dark, filled with dangerous excitement that always had your tummy flipping with rushing heat. "Sit down." You nodded towards the couch. "Let me show you my next one. I think you'll like it."

Eddie sat, perched on the edge of the cushion, legs spread, knee bouncing lightly as you rummaged through the bags. When you turned, Eddie barked out a laugh.

"I bought a sweater." You grinned proudly. A running joke between the two of you from much earlier in your relationship.

"You don't have a sweater? You have a fuckin' million clothes, and no sweater? Seriously?"

"I live in Beverly Hills, Ed. Why would I need a sweater?"

There in your hands, with the Ralph Lauren tags still attached, a true thick knit, cream sweater that you held proudly. "A real sweater." You giggled.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, baby. That's a real sweater." Eddie grinned around a laugh. "Lemme see it on you. Put it on for me."

The wolf whistle he gave when you slipped it over your head had you giggling, shimmying the cashmere into place. You didn't get a chance to show him the Vivienne Westwood pleated skirt you'd bought to go with it, before he had you pinned on the couch, lips hungrily tugging at yours, hands slipped under the soft fabric of your sweater.

#rockstar!eddie #oneforthemunny

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eddiesforehead · 2 months ago

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Obsessed with the thought of Eddie’s massive cock entering you raw.

18+ MDNI obviously, PiV unprotected sex

(Don’t have unprotected sex unless you’re ready to deal with the consequences, but this is fiction so let’s fuck)

After the first time you two did it sans condom—hormonal desperation overtaking any care for safety when Eddie revealed he forgot a rubber—a monster was created. Now you can’t stand the little lining of protection—you have to feel him. You need to feel every vein, every curve, every difference in thickness.

The way his tip is leaking like crazy—all revved up and ready to go. You’re on your forearms and knees as he settles behind you, admiring the way your pretty folds are open for him—like a springtime flower. You’re so fucking wet as he gathers more slick along your slit, using his warm, ruddy cockhead to collect it.

Once he finally starts to push in, he’s so big with a thick mushroom tip that you’re gonna stretch wider before your walls can shrink back—clinging to the rest of his cock.

That’s not to say the rest of him isn’t girthy, no, he’s big everywhere. It’s just, for some reason, he’s got the fattest tip you’ve ever seen, with such a prominent ridge around it, it drives you crazy—always wanting to suck it into your greedy mouth. Although, your greedy hole will do just fine for now.

A contented moan tumbles past your parted lips as you feel the little pop of his tip making it safely into your pussy. He groans as your malleable walls take to the rest of his cock, hugging him in a wet heat.

His tip may be particularly large, but he gets almost as thick by the base of his shaft—yet another feat for your pulsing, desperate walls. He always likes to give you the head slowly, solve algebra problems behind his eyes so he doesn’t blow his load when your pussy starts to suck him in, and then give the last couple of inches when you beg for it—knowing it’ll be another stretch.

“Fuck, sweetheart! Squeezin’ me so…fuckin'…oh, god.”

Barely containing the desperate wiggle of your hips, you mewl, “Ne—Need more, Eddie, please!”

He’s almost fully inside you, all that’s left is the last little bit and with the way you’re acting—rolling your hips to trick him into sliding all the way in, groping the sheets with strained knuckles—you’ll take it just fine today. With one quick squeeze to your right ass cheek, Eddie shoves in, his head thrown back in a satisfied groan.

At the same time, a matching moan tears from your throat as you jerk forward, so full of him. Eddie doesn’t dare look down, if he sees the way your once-tight, little hole is now stretched wide to take all of him, he’ll bust right then and there. His body is vibrating with need and you’re practically in heat; he can tell this is going to be more than one round…

Masterlist

#elegantonpaperoperatormaker #Eddie smut #fat cock Eddie

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eddiesforehead · 2 months ago

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Let’s go back to the start

Eddie Munson x powered!reader

WARNINGS: HURT/NO COMFORT, blood, death, SAD SAD SAD. 18+ no minors allowed!

You knelt beside him as he coughed up the blood gurgling in his throat. It sprayed in little droplets across your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cringe away from him when he needed you like this.

His hand was turning clammier, colder as you clutched in your own. His skin was turning paler and paler by the second.

He rattled off his wished to Dustin, each word coming out slower and slower and you could tell how much him pained him to talk but that didn't stop him.

Not even the bites of ravenous demobats could make Eddie Munson stop talking.

"You gotta move on, sweetheart. Go out there and be happy for me. Okay?" He said with a soft, bloody smile.

You shook your head, a stern refusal to what he was asking you to do. You could never, ever, be happy in a world without him. He was all you ever knew since you were adopted by your parents and moved to Hawkins. You two had been inseparable since your first day at Hawkins Middle school.

And eventually that friendship of yours had turned into a deep, true love that rocked you to your core.

Now, your love laid dying in front of you from the very thing you thought you had escaped from all those years ago in the lab.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. I'll miss you forever," you said quietly in his ear as his eyes became unfocused and he gazed into the unknown.

Dustin sobbed as he sat on the other side of his best friend's body.

The pain would be over enough soon.

Tears streamed down your face as you lifted a single hand in the air, summoning as much energy as you possibly could when you were already so weak.

Much like Eleven, you also had some tricks up your sleeve.

You felt the world warping around you, time separating and cracking at the seams as you pried it apart in your mind.

Dustin's frantic questioning was muffled in your ears by the roaring of the energy around you.

And then the world went black, like a tv being shut off. For a moment you thought you had messed up, that you had finally destroyed the world like you always feared you would. There was a reason you never dared to do this anymore.

But in the midst of your bodiless panicking the world appeared again, brighter but you were still in the upside down beside Eddie's body.

And then it reversed.

Like a tape being rewound, everything moved backwards.

You had no control over anything as you watched Eddie get up and move in reverse while you and Dustin did the same.

It was like you were watching the movie of your life take place backwards.

It happened quickly. You were living through every kiss, every touch, every argument with Eddie in a blink of an eye until you finally reached the day you two met in Mrs. Harmony's classroom and chose the seat right next to Eddie.

You wanted it to slow down. You wanted to savor it. You just wanted something to remember him by when he didn't know you anymore.

But before you knew it, it was all over. The world flickered and you found yourself thirteen years old again, walking into that classroom and refusing to sit next to the boy with the kind smile and big brown eyes.

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Spring break came and went with no dead cheerleaders, no earthquakes, and no satanic cult leaders.

Because the good thing about time travel is that you are always one step ahead of everyone else, and that meant Vecna got dealt with before he could become strong enough to terrorize the teenagers of Hawkins.

You weren’t able to save everyone or stop everything from happening like you wanted it to, but you still felt satisfied with saving the world.

But you weren’t able to be happy today as you watched from front steps of Max’s trailer as Eddie loaded his belongings into the back of his van.

Max bickered with Lucas inside while El sat beside you, shooting you curious looks every so often.

It was hot, the sun beaming down on you and knew El was dying to be inside but she insisted on staying out here with you.

You had never told your friends what you had done. When it came to meeting Robin you pretended not to know her favorite color was yellow and when you had your first real conversation with Steve you pretended not know that he slept with lights on too.

You felt like an imposter.

“You didn't want to meet him again. Why?" El asked.

You couldn't even bother to be surprised that she had figured it out somehow, or maybe she had known the whole time and just decided to keep it to herself.

“It was safer for him,” you admitted as you stared ahead.

Eddie muttered a curse as he dropped something. He bent over to pick it up and when he stood, he made eye contact where you sat only fifty feet away from him.

You breath sucked in and he froze for a moment. You thought then that he knew, that maybe he remembered you because he was looking at you like the way you remembered.

But he merely blinked a few times before giving a small wave and going back to what he was doing.

“And why can’t you say something now?” El asked.

Eddie’s trailer door opened and Wayne walked out, laughing at something Chrissy had said.

She had a bag slung over her shoulder and she sat it in the back of the van before giving Eddie a kiss on his cheek.

“Because he’s happy now,” you said with a broken voice.

El said nothing as she reached over and squeezed your hand.

You watched as they gave Wayne their goodbyes before loading up into the van. Eddie wasted no time speeding out of the trailer park, towards his new adventure with Chrissy by his side and in his heart; leaving you in the past.

#neonghostlights #Eddie angst

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eddiesforehead · 2 months ago

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I was thinking about what you said about dry humping and Janitor!Eddie. Then I started thinking about straddling him on the couch while he sucks on his girl’s tiddies and she begins to grind on him until they both cum in their pants 🫣

oh helllllllll yeah. lfg janitor!eddie girlies nows your time!!!! smut ahead minors dni.

Eddie groaned beneath you, his head tipping back onto the cushioned back of the couch, eyes screwed shut, lips vibrating with the moan he tried to swallow. He looked so pretty, you decided, a hand caressing his cheek for a moment before your lips were back on his.

A bottle and a half of chardonnay, the excitement of spring break and being off for the week, and Cross My Heart playing on the screen; you'd blame that triple threat as the reason you both were here. Stripped down to just your underwear, hips rocking against his.

"Please," Eddie gasped, a straggled breath caught in his throat, fingertips sinking into the flesh of your hips. "Sweetheart, you- I'm gonna bust if you keep do-doing that."

Your toothy grin had his stomach lurching with a rush of excited heat, eyes widening in excitement, maybe fear. You had a tendency to get a little bold when you'd had a drink or two, not that Eddie minded. Oh no, it was quite the opposite, it's the exact reason why his body was fidgeting under yours, hips wiggling for friction.

"Mmm," You let out a soft moan, your hands squeezing around his shoulders, head tipping back. Your own hips swiveled, rocking gently. You could feel the wet patch already forming at the front of your cotton panties.

"Baby, you- you gotta stop." Eddie's voice cracked, embarrassingly high pitched in a way he hadn't heard since middle school.

"I don't wanna stop." You purred, hips moving agonizingly slow, your clothed clit rocking against his tented boxers. "I like how this feels."

"Fuck," Eddie whispered, the combination of your words and the way he could feel your wetness starting to seep through your underwear to his, had his hands beginning to shake with blinding pleasure.

"Don't you like how this feels?" You hummed, so sweetly it had Eddie blushing. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Jesus- Yeah, it feels really fuckin' good, baby." Eddie nodded, eyes rounded and wide when they met yours, only for a moment, before his gaze shifted to your boobs, nearly inches from him.

His hands slid up your body, slowly, leaving you shivering, a small whine leaving your lips, grinding harder and harder when Eddie's thumbs slid over your nipples.

Eddie's hands lingered there for a moment, before his face was buried between them, kissing your left boob, lips wrapped around your nipple.

His hands slid back down your body, over your ribcage, the swell of your hips, anchoring on your ass. Squeezing handfuls of each of your cheeks between his calloused hands, your thighs were beginning to shake at the sensation, rocking harder and harder.

"Eddie, that feels so, sooo good." You whimpered, his face pressing further into your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple.

A gasp tore from your throat, eyes opening with a start at the sudden shift. Eddie's hands still held your ass, pressing you further and further into him, his own hips meeting yours with a furiously needy rhythm.

"E-Ed," You gasped, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, Eddie's hands pressing you further and further into him. So close you thought you might fuse together.

Eddie's body moved with yours, a symphony of both your breathy moans and gasps mixing with the squeak and groan of the couch springs, until you finished, a flood of wetness that soaked and darkened the front of your panties. Eddie's followed shortly after, a sticky, whiny mess of an orgasm, his face still buried between your breasts.

He pulled you on top of him, your warm cheek pressed against his chest, both your eyes shining from the wine and your own releases. "I don't think I've dry humped someone since freshman year of high school." Eddie admitted, mind still swimming, slowly reeling. "I forgot how good it feels."

You giggled, turning to him, chin pressed to his chest. "It did feel pretty good, didn't it?"

"Felt more than pretty good." Eddie muttered.

"More than pretty good, hm? So you liked it?" There it was again- that sneaky, wide smile that had Eddie's heart lurching. Eddie nodded, his hand smoothing down your back gently.

"Yeah? You liked it when I did this?" Your grin widened, pressing your hips into his, your wet underwear pressing together.

"Yes." Eddie jumped at the sensation, a smile tugging on your lips when you giggled, silly and love sick, his arms wrapping around you.

"Good to know." You hummed, leaning in gently, lips barely brushing. "I'll keep that in mind." You muttered, your lips enveloping his, hands sliding over his jaw, pulling him into you.

#oneforthemunny #Eddie smut #janitor!eddie

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eddiesforehead · 2 months ago

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Let’s go with some pervy, best friend, piercer eddie munson content. Fem!reader wants to get her first piercings and asks eddie for a consultation. He very, very easily obliges.

Warnings: nsfw content. Eddie’s a bit of an asshole, kinda takes advantage of the reader, nipple & pussy piercings mentioned as eddie just plays with them & the reader.

The black gloves pulled easily over his hands. You watched from a little curtained off room, knees pressed together to keep your legs from bouncing. You’d finally decided to get some piercings, but you weren’t sure where to start. Eddie, having spent the last few years doing an assortment of piercings at the parlor near his trailer, convinced you to come in for a consultation. So you did—sitting on the black chair in a dainty dress, nerves running wild as Eddie stepped into the space and closed the curtain.

You wanted something dramatic but hidden. Your parents would kill you if you came home with your nose or cartilage or eyebrow pierced. There were two spots Eddie instantly thought of when you told him about it. He didn’t think you’d go for it considering the pain level of the piercing and the…intimate places they were in. So he was considerably surprised when you agreed to the consultation.

Outside the curtain, his coworkers yapped on, the sounds of conversations, buzzing, and low music mixing together. He sat on a stool, scooting it up beside you. When he told you to wear something with easy access, he hadn’t expected the thin white dress. Where he could clearly see you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. And with the cold air pumping through the vent right above you? Made it even more fucking obvious.

He had to hold his breath when he nodded for you to show him. He didn’t think he’d ever see you in anything less than a bathing suit and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when your dress dropped away from your chest. When he saw those nipples already hard and your breath hitch as his eyes drew over them? He had to hold his hands real fucking steady as he reached up.

He gave you a small mirror to hold, following it up with a few options he had for if you wanted to get your nipples pierced. He clenched his jaw, daring a touch. Your hands were shaking when he brought a hand up and swiped his thumb over one nipple. Tugged on it to make it a little more taut. Nearly came from the soft whimper you let out when he did it again. No reason for him to do so, but they were just right there in front of him. Looking so good and so optimal for teasing. For touching.

He held up the metal bars, a mock way for you to see what they’d look like. Went out of his way to touch your nipples as much as he could, close to excusing himself to run to the bathroom to rub his cock for even just a second. You hadn’t stop making the little nervous whimpers every time he touched them. Every time he tweaked them to show how good they’d look when you could be showing them off during another activity. One where your partner would really enjoy playing with them.

“They’d like that?” You asked, voice meek as his eyes met yours. “If…you know, if they were pierced?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” He scoffed, voice a practiced cool. “Licking pierced nipples is fucking great. Although if we’re talking about that, I gotta say the next spot we’re covering is a hell of a lot more fun.”

It was the tangent he needed. He sat everything aside, swapped them as you handed him the mirror. It pained him to tell you that you could pull your dress back up, he hadn’t gotten to look at your tits long enough. But he’d already dedicated them to memory, knowing exactly what he’d be thinking about later. Assuming you were going to back out of the next part like he figured. He couldn’t believe you’d decided to show him your tits even for a consultation. There was no way you’d actually follow through with the next part.

“Still want to see the next one?” He spun in the stool, forearms resting on his knees. He was trying desperately to keep his eyes on your face and not where the bottom of your dress was raised a bit on your thighs. He was already bracing himself for the no.

“Y-Yeah.” You nodded, knocking the air from Eddie’s lungs. “I do. Pretty curious what, um, what it would look like.”

“Then,” he said slowly, digging fucking claws into his composure to maintain a steady voice, “lift that dress for me.”

You looked around first. The only thing sectioning you and Eddie off was the impossibly thin curtain. It moved whenever someone outside walked by it even remotely faster than a walk. His cock twitched again when you bit your lip and let out a nervous breath. But you lifted your dress. All the way up to show off your white underwear. Your white underwear that had a very small wet spot on the crotch that he knew he couldn’t look at. But the thought of you getting wet from this? From him? He probably could’ve cum just from that. He was pretty sure he almost did when you pulled your feet up onto the chair and tried to angle yourself in the perfect position for him to look at you.

Except he couldn’t look at you with your underwear still on.

But he said fucking nothing when he scooted as close as he could get and just jerked your underwear aside. You gasped as he reached up, trying not to breathe to quickly as his eyes fell over your dripping cunt. Yeah, you were wet. And you murmured his name as his fingers went up and opened up the prettiest pussy he’d ever fucking seen.

“Got a few options,” he said, voice a little rough. He didn’t bother clearing his throat as you squirmed underneath him. “All gonna be different kinds of painful cause, location—right?”

He ran his fingers over your pussy. Talked you through the different types, trying so hard not to notice how you were getting wetter as he kept touching you. Granted, he was taking his sweet time touching you—talking you through each piercing as he imagined how easily he could lower his head and lick your clit. How easily he could have you cumming all over his mouth. How wet and obscene the whole thing would probably be as you tried not to make a sound with everyone else outside the curtain. But when he saw your cunt clench around nothing after moving on from the labia and his fingers drew up to your clit to talk about the VCH—his brain short circuited. He was an asshole, he knew he was. But you looked like you needed it. You were dripping down onto the seat for Christ’s sake.

He swiped his fingers over your clit and you cunt clenched so hard he fucking lost it.

“E-Eddie,” you stuttered so quietly so nobody else would hear the fucking need dripping from your voice.

“Need to get a better look,” he said, rubbing your clit a little faster, the slick on his gloves making it real easy. He pulled the hood up and tilted his head to the side, bringing his other hand up to rub it directly. It was less than a second before you were gasping, hips twitching, cunt leaking even more. “Think a VCH would look good on you.”

He stopped touching you long enough to pretend he was looking. Like he was imagining a piercing on your pretty cunt. One that he’d love to lick and tease as he held your legs open.

“Hold the mirror where you can see, (Y/N).” He shifted, spreading you and pointing at the little hood he was holding back. He handed you the mirror without taking his eyes off your cunt. “It’d go right here. Help with any personal pleasure, same with nipples, too. Parter would love it.”

He knew your eyes were on the mirror that you couldn’t quite hold without shaking. Knew exactly where you were looking. He blamed that for why he pointlessly drew his fingers over your clit, rubbing again the second it twitched and he saw your hole clench. He wanted to shove two fingers in there—see if you were as hot and wet as he imagined—or made see if you’d be able to take his cock as is. Your clit was already getting puffy and he wanted to put his mouth on it, suck it, lap at it—just fucking abusing it as you squirmed in the chair.

“U-Um,” you whispered. “It’d help with p-pleasure?”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie reached back and held the mirror steady, brought his thumb to pull the hood over your clit. “Right here? Rubbing that thing while pierced will make it feel fucking incredible.”

He pressed his thumb and wiggled it a little. As much as he knew he could get away with. He shrugged, very purposefully not dropping his hand. Not when it was still on your cunt.

“At least that’s what I’m told. Every girl I’ve been with has loved having it played with.”

He fucking watched you clench again. Harder. And you were leaking enough that he was sure if his fingers dared a little south, he wouldn’t even need lube to finger your ass. He was practically getting off on it—how wet and needy you were from a fucking consultation. One he was having a bit of fun with, yeah. But you were naked in front of him, legs all nice and spread for him. How could he not tease you a bit?

“But that’s it,” he whispered, suddenly dropping his hand away. Already missed how warm and wet you were under his touch. He didn’t even give you a second to compose yourself before he was putting your underwear back how it was. “Think it over. Figure out if you want any. I’d be happy to do ‘em for you.”

“O-Okay,” you answered, slowly hopping off the chair. Your words stuttered to a stop when you glanced down and saw the wet spot on the chair and Eddie could fucking see the embarrassment rip through you. You visibly went up twenty degrees in temperature as you swatted the already flat bottom of your skirt. “I-I..uh…I didn’t…”

“Hm?” Eddie jerked the curtain aside, not even looking back at the chair, smiling up at you as innocently as he could. “Just let me know ‘bout them, ‘kay?”

“Okay.”

You rushed out of the shop and he glanced down at the spot, wiping it away with a towel and sanitizing the seat. He hoped to god you couldn’t make it home—pulling aside to touch yourself in the car. Fingering yourself, maybe wishing it was him since he was the one who’d gotten you all needy. And it had been him. Fucking would’ve rubbed that clit till you came if he could’ve. Would’ve loved to see you cream yourself back there while the thin little curtain acted as the only barrier. Pretty sure you loved the thought too. Fucking never called him out on how much he was touching you.

He barely made it to the bathroom, jerking himself in the gloves that still had your wetness on them. Enough to make each pump slick and easy. He came quickly into some toilet paper, thoughts running rampant at all the things he wanted to do to you. All the things he wanted to do with you in that fucking chair. He’d give it a week. If you didn’t have a decision by then, he’d ask if you wanted to do a follow-up consultation. Go over it again. Step by step. Maybe if he played with your nipples a bit more before looking at your cunt, he could get you to cum without having to do too much.

Now that was a thought. Making you so worked up you came, forcing you to pretend you hadn’t. That you hadn’t just fucking came all over his goddamn piercing chair from barely any stimulation. From some nipple play and the slightest fucking touching. He could already picture your pretty face tensing as you tried to hold yourself together, writhing in his chair as he just made up excuse after excuse to touch that sweet clit. Watching your pussy gush and clench, and would ask if everything was alright, acting like he had no idea what happened. Would relish in how you’d stammer to cover it up. Maybe try to close your shaking thighs. But the consultation wouldn’t be over yet and he’d really get to watch you fucking squirm as he kept touching that clit. Pretending it wasn’t extra sensitive as he had you look in the mirror, seeing yourself all wet and leaking as he just kept going like nothing happened.

He really, really hoped you weren’t going to make a decision. He really fucking wanted you back in the chair.

#gaybybirth #piercer!eddie

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